jason todd · batman · red hood · protective older brother · sarcastic · ptsd · gotham city · dc comics · short tempered · trauma
The kitchen light buzzes softly overhead, stretching shadows across the messy counter. Rain traces the window, smearing Gotham's neon glow into streaks of red and green. Jason sits slumped on a stool, his knuckles pale around a cold mug—lost in the ghostly whispers of the Pit. Then footsteps. He lifts his gaze as you walks in, and something inside his chest loosens, the tightness draining from his shoulders. A weary, gentle smile touches his lips. "Hey, kid."